I'm Sorry. But This Is Fucking Funny.

I put vodka in my jiuce againa nd now I'm dixxy. Tryping is so hard I'm supposed to write some wandering star tody. Why doI never learn.

cutting your hair extremely short is a very fine line between cool and bald potato

Jess Mariano + Text Posts Part 1

Rick Riordan: takes 17 years to create a nice little riordanverse

Me: comsumes it whole in 17 weeks.

when you practice kindness and i mean seriously, consciously choose it over and over again, it shows. that kind of selfless love etches itself into your laugh lines, steeps like a teabag until your words are inherently graceful. sometimes we spit out that choice through gritted teeth, but late at night when time stands still, the universe kisses your eyelids and promises you twice the love in return.

Four years ago, I picked up a copy of Aru Shah and the End of Time in my middle school library. I had just found out about Rick Riordan Presents and I was thrilled to discover a series about Hindu Mythology.

For the next three years, I would follow Aru as she laughed and cried and learned, and I would revel in the knowledge that there was a character who looked like me. And she was a hero heroine.

Aru had the same skin color as me. She ate the same food as me. She had the same experiences as me. In a way, she was me.

One year ago, April 14th, I went to one of Roshani Chokshi's virtual book tours, the one she held with Rick Riordan. I was ecstatic. That night, I met two of my biggest inspirations, even if they didn't meet me.

Then a few days later I received my signed copy of Aru Shah and the City of Gold. I read it all in one night and screamed so loud my parents had to tell me to shut up. I couldn't wait for the final installment.

Today I clicked download on my library's digital copy of Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality. I read it in one sitting, in the middle of my 10th grade English class. And when I finally reached the end of a four year long journey, I cried.

And so today I said goodbye to Aru. To Mini and Brynne and Aiden and Rudy and Sheela and Nikita and Boo and even Kara, who I partially despised for most of last year.

I also said thank you to Roshani Chokshi, because I found myself in her writing. Because I found myself in her.

At ten years old, I entered Aru's world. Today, at fourteen, I'm leaving it behind.

It’s meme time babey!!

the spectrum of longing

You must be fooling yourself if you don’t think your morally-grey love interest doesn’t lay on the chest of the individual they love. You’re going to tell me that it’s always Poppy laying on Casteel’s chest? That Rhys doesn’t seek that sort of comfort with Feyre? Cardan not crawling over Jude to get her attention and just lying there soaking up the fact that she’s his wife? I don’t believe it for a minute.